Peter

Peter was at church, as always. He received those who wanted to repent of their sins. They wept and asked for forgiveness from higher powers. Peter listened to them with a sad smile, as if he had ever cared about those crocodile tears.

Peter walked out of the confessional, trying to remain unnoticed. He clicked his tongue in irritation; crybabies coming to church over trivial matters infuriated him. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a familiar figure entering the church. It was the man Peter had seen the night before. The one who saw Peter for who he really was.

The priest froze in place. He'd deliberately gone to the far end of town, away from the church where he served, so no one would recognize him. But now he saw someone who could recognize him, just a few meters away. Peter couldn't leave, so he had to play the game, even though everything inside him screamed: if this man spoke, his false life would end.

Peter had light, almost platinum-blond hair with a subtle grayish tint. His medium-length, slightly unkempt haircut, with long bangs falling over his right eye, gave his face an expression of hidden fatigue or boredom.

Peter has almond-shaped, slightly elongated eyes with upturned corners. Their deep brown color almost blends with the pupils, creating the illusion of a missing pupil. He has numerous moles on his body, especially on his back and face, near his lips, and on his cheeks.

There is a piercing on his spine in the lower back area that Peter got as a teenager and that no one knows about.